Love, the Confetti Monster xoxox

Black was first -Nighttime without the prickle of starsLoneliness and hunger and the unwieldy weight of an empty bed.

Black was firstAnd then there was red:Streamlets that blush and flood just beneath my skin,Salmon scars who linger like happy haunts above itThe corners of my eyes when I laugh too much andThe ridges of my lips when I curse too muchI learned to warm myself in the flames of those before me,To bask in Juliet's red red roses andKepler's Supernova Remnant, the way it is and it isn't.

you spend so much time refining your lies,getting good at pretendthat the falling apart is simple,poetic​you call itHeartbreak Misery Failure becauseyou know it's much much easier to give inthan to not fall apart again

i shook the rain out of my eyelashespeeled back the lidsblinked and blinked again -​the tree we thought was dead(you know the one,the stringy gray skeleton by the shed)opened her eyes this morninggrew mossy felt scales after the stormstretched wide her prickly emerald fingersand yawned